Friday, April 13, 2018

John, by Matthew Borczon

John

had been
a fireman
less than
a year
when he
got a
call a
small boy
fell into
the deep
end of
frontier creek
John said
they were
on scene
in less
than 10
minutes
but it
was too
late he
dove under
the water
until he
found the
body and
did CPR
for 20
minutes
in the
ambulance
until a
doctor took
over
but the
boy died
less than
an hour
later and
now John
can't swim
at the
beach or
in a pool
or even
take a
bath without
searching
under the
water for
tiny hands.

Matthew Borczon is a poet from Erie, PA. He has been a nurse in a combat hospital as well as a county prison. He is currently taking care of adults with developmental disabilities. He has published eight book of poetry, the most recent is My Reality through Alien Buddha press. He publishes widely in the small press and when he is not working he is raising 4 kids with his wife of 22 years.

Friday, April 6, 2018

A Haunting Gaze, by J.J. Campbell

there's
a darkness
in your eyes

a haunting
gaze that
sucks me
in and
convinces
me

i never
want to
leave

i
understand
it's not
exactly
love

but we're
not exactly
the kind of
humans

that need
such shit

holding
hands on
the eve of
the apocalypse

is thrilling
enough


J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know where the bodies are buried. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Synchronized Chaos, Mad Swirl, Horror Sleaze Trash, Rusty Truck and In Between Hangovers. You can find him most days bitching about something at his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (http://evildelights.blogspot.com)